I described exactly what happened:

He entered our marital bedroom with Daniel’s assistance, lay in the bed despite my discomfort, and later touched my back with a cord without prior consent while performing a ritual he had falsely described as family tradition.

That was enough.

He did not need a more sensational accusation.

Some relatives defended him anyway.

“He’s old-fashioned.”

“It was on top of your clothes.”

“He didn’t mean it sexually.”